That one doesn’t stay agile all your life.

When I was a 26-year-old news correspondent, the head of BBC news gathering, Chris Cramer, refused to let me take up a six-month attachment on the foreign affairs programme Correspondent. He said: “I think it’s too soon; you could do it later.” He’d never have said that to a man.

Losing out on a role, any role. I get so invested. I can take rejection, but only when useful feedback is given.

I spent my life searching for family. I travelled around the world to look each one of them in the eye. Unfortunately, but understandably, for most of them, I am their biggest disappointment.

I’d probably take out a lot of my 20s, when I was rude, annoying and a brat.

I have a deep-rooted fear of being in trouble. I once tried to sneak into the back of a photography exhibition with my husband when one of our kids was in a pushchair. We’d arrived late and he suggested we go in through the gift shop and see the last room. As we poked our heads round the door, the security guard noticed us. I shouted, “That man’s trying to get in!”, then ran away.

Those abduction situations where you’re packed in a bunker for 30 years.

I’ve never read any Proust.

Confident, stressed, greedy.

I’ve done some acting jobs where everybody’s gone out of their way to make sure that you feel annoying and easily replaceable.